Jasmine's Secrets (Chapter 4 - #1)

4. Sharing Life with Friends

"I can't open the door..." Jasmine answered. "I'm naked and... you don't wanna see what you're about to see."

"Drugs? Oh, my god! Are you on drugs?" Her best friend trembled. She knew Jasmine...but not enough to be sure of her secret habits. Jasmine always kept lots of personal stuff hidden from her friend, and Ra'shelle didn't like to ask, ever.

"No... It's nothing like that. But it's something about my fucked up mind," she corrected. "You've got to listen to me and believe what I'm gonna say before I open the door... Please.  Would you do it?" More tears wet her still enormous cheeks, blurring her green eyes.

"I'm your best friend, dumbass! Off course I'll do it..." Ra'shelle replied, nearly offended, but this silly girl was - no doubt about it - her best friend.

"I think I've screwed up, Rach. I...I let this thing to go too far. First of all you need to know something disgusting about me. About the Jasmine you don't know. The one that nobody knows," she started confessing, with a hint of hesitation, her chubby hands playing with the flaccid thighs. She was determined to strip her soul, no matter the consequences. "I have this strange feeling for the... fat guys. In fact, not exactly the fat guys, but the fat itself." Silence at the other side of the door.

"I'm not really sure when it started," she resumed. "But I've been always fascinated with fat people... and I guess my mom has something to do with it. She was and still is... well, really fat. But past is past - the present concerns me more. I've been carrying a secret life."

"Can I come in now?" Ra'shelle asked.

"Wait. The thing is... Today...I just received a letter with no address or sender. It contained a package of this... well, substance. It seemed a bath scent, but it wasn't. And...now I'm ...fat. But I'm more than regularly fat, I'm super obese. Prepare yourself. This is serious..." Jasmine finished. Then she stood up and turned the door key off, not before grabbing a big white towel to cover herself.

Ra'shelle opened the door. The earlier fear in her eyes switched to disbelief. "You've got to be joking. This can't just be true... That's a fat suit like Paltrow used for the Farrellys' movie, right?" She said, incredulous. Jasmine's eyes indicated that nothing was false. Ra'shelle moved her hand toward one of the protuberant armpits of her friend. In no way was that softness phony. "Oh, Gosh... this... this is real. How...did you...? How?" And her question vaporized on the air.



(Chapter FOUR will continue next Monday ...)

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By Jay Tee (and the little big help from Wilson Barbers, style corrector of the piece)

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Status: ONGOING.
Pages: (?)
Year: 2004/2021
Artist Age: 31/48